Gold Fish

Stop! Mixed emotions

Digging holes

I'm not immune

I try

Stop! false devotion

Digging holes

I'm not immune

I try

Eight, nine picking knives

Six, three losing grip

Not sick

Unleashed

In a tank of goldfish

Rising up

Careless and surprised

So deep

Uplift

Since I'm bringing all my heart

Reaching out

Reaching out

Stop fearful notions

Digging holes

I am not immune

I cry

Stop feeding monsters

Digging holes

I am not immune

I cry

You say the devil is in my eyes

I’m not the one to disagree

I live with him just right

He knows exactly when to sit